I realized immediately when I arrived at this hospital this was no ordinary place. It was perhaps the quietest hospital I have ever been in. On top of everything else, I was blessed to have wonderful Marjorie who is always available on short notice and always anxious to take care of me. And believe me, her care was top flight. Not only did she replace without hesitation my wet bedding and wound care, she invariably did so with utmost cheer. I told her she must take her place beside my mother as one of the two greatest women named Marjorie I had ever known. How becoming her name that she without being told uphold the finest standards that my sainted mother routinely took to heart. She was unfailingly sensitive and compassionate, always hearing me out when I had to unload and never made me feel small or that I was a problem. Indeed she made me feel like royalty. My own mother must have been smiling down from heaven certain that I was receiving premium care. Even though I was anxious to get home, I was in no hurry to leave Marjorie. She cheerfully explained everything about the medications so that I was delighted to take it. People like Marjorie are extremely rare and Stafford Hospital is the richer for her.